Tell me

Tell me,
when oaths
drag like anchors
what I am suppose to do with
the torrid tiny moments
when your timid touch lingers
just two clock ticks longer
than is proper and
all those promises parish
in a perfect gaze
the color of a fresh puddle.
My heart is pierced!
I crave your pout.
your calm cool chuckle,
Your strong hands caressing
the crook of my spine
and your cleverly timed
little kisses
that taste like cocaine.
I am sinking,
in your sordid whispers.
I am shackled in cruel silver.
My covenant is an anvil
It will shame us.